Cupped Hearts Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Returning to life, having been on the other side for a
while, enjoying the peace and beauty found there.

It's so unlike earth where we must toil and fight for
every aspect of dignity given to us.

Wishing to be remembered without dread from anyone attending
my funeral with tears held in cupped hearts, afraid to let
tidal waves of emotion flood my soul with their grief.

Only hoping to be led back to the other side where there is
peaceful intent and serene peace, intensely being produced
to help us forget our lives on earth, once when we were
alive.